2010 has so far been the same string of nondescript days as 2009. This is a bad thing because it means I'm making no progress, and a good thing because it means I'm holding my ground.
Sort of. I've gotten closer to the end of my life since 2009, and I feel like I've taken a bigger step than one year would normally warrant for someone my age. It's impossible to say why, but I feel like I have little time left; I feel like this might even be the last year of my life. If it is, I'll at least die having made a little progress toward my goals in life. That's all anyone can really ask for.